Chapter 287 Watching Live Performances
Before the "Rose Killing Machine" scene was finished, Chen Lan took a dozen scripts for Song Qingyou to choose.
It's a pity that Song Qingyou didn't catch his eye.
So after filming "The Rose Killing Machine", in addition to rehearsing dramas as usual, she had to put on the vest of Qingmeng to continue writing the script.
During the period, I replied to Xia Xia by the way, saying that her new book is in the process of being created, so don't worry about it
—Even if you want to remind the manuscript, it is not necessary to send a message every half an hour.
Unexpectedly, within ten minutes after the message was sent, Wen Xia rang the doorbell.
Song Qingyou opened the door, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly:
"You don't stay nearby every day, do you?"
"No, no." Wen Xia hurriedly explained, "I happened to pass by here today, don't get me wrong."
Just kidding, Song Qingyou is one of her food and clothing parents, she will never do anything to make the other party unhappy!
"How many new words have you written? Is it still science fiction? Can you let me read a little bit first?"
Wen Xia threw a bunch of questions at her, causing Song Qingyou to glance at the laptop on the coffee table guiltily.
The former is edited by many years old, how can you not see it?
She sat down immediately, "This should be the new one you wrote..."
Wen Xia got stuck in the middle of speaking.
"Not a single word?! Is that what you said, working on it?"
Song Qingyou blinked innocently:
"The new book is being created, the genre is undecided, there is no story yet, and the writing has not yet begun."
Wen Xia supported her forehead: "I knew it."
Song Qingyou tried to change the subject: "I don't plan to write science fiction for the new book."
This trick is very effective.
Wenxia raised her head immediately: "Why?"
"Your book "City of Machinery", if nothing else happens, will win many awards. Now everyone regards you as the 'light of science fiction'."
"If you continue to write, maybe you can be a judge in the field of science fiction within two years."
There are too few people who write science fiction novels, and you may not really need any qualifications to be a judge.
Song Qingyou: "I don't want to be a judge."
"I know." Wen Xia had a clear face, "You asked me to accept the award for you, so you made it clear that you don't want to show your face!"
"But what kind of genre do you plan to write in your new book? I almost forgot that you have written several scripts. I guess other genres are really fine..."
Song Qingyou thought for a while, and said what she thought at the beginning:
"Suspense reasoning, I want to write suspense reasoning."
Wen Xia: "Because of that murderous intention?"
Song Qingyou: ""The Rose Killing Machine"."
Wen Xia: "Yes, "Rose Killing Machine", I read Weibo, you are not making this movie? I think this movie is similar to this type."
"It's a source of inspiration." Song Qingyou was thoughtful.
Wen Xia asked directly: "When will the manuscript be delivered?"
Song Qingyou froze for a moment, "Will you give me some advice?"
"As long as you can guarantee the quality of the book, I won't have any complaints. So, can you deliver the manuscript at the end of the year?"
There are still five months before the end of the year.
"I'll try my best." Song Qingyou pondered for a while, but still didn't give a clear answer.
"I know, you still need inspiration to write a book." Wen Xia said with a very good temper, "As long as you don't pigeonhole me, everything is easy to talk about."
She turned her head and took out a golden trophy from her handbag.
"This is the science fiction award that "The Gate of the Tower" won abroad. If there is no accident, your two books will be translated into seven languages before the end of the year and sold in dozens of countries overseas."
"Congratulations."
Wen Xia handed the trophy to Song Qingyou with both hands with a sense of ceremony.
She was going to talk to Song Qingyou about this a few days ago, but she never got in touch.
Fortunately, Song Qingyou has already stated in the contract regulations that the copyright of the book belongs to Song Qingyou herself, but the publishing and sales matters are fully handled by the publishing house.
Song Qingyou took the trophy and rubbed the words on the base.
"Charles Award...Best Novella of the Year..."
Charles is the founder of Blue Star's modern science fiction, and the novel award named after him is not an exaggeration to say that it is the highest award for science fiction.
No wonder Wenxia wants her to continue writing science fiction.
Song Qingyou actually never thought that she would win such a big award, it is impossible not to be excited.
Jiang Zhihan noticed her emotional change, jumped onto the coffee table, and looked at the few lines on the trophy base without blinking.
Wen Xia saw her holding the trophy tightly, and joked:
"Who told you not to be here a few days ago? Otherwise, you can still go to receive the award in person."
"How many science fiction writers want to win this award, but you haven't gone there in person... You don't know how shocked the people at the scene were, and they were even more surprised than knowing that you were only twenty years old."
Fortunately, this kind of award does not stipulate that the winner must be present in person.
Song Qingyou smiled, she could imagine that scene.
"The members of the award committee seem to like your book very much, and they asked me a lot about it one by one."
“They say you write sci-fi in such detail that it’s like you’ve lived in a sci-fi world…it’s amazing.”
Song Qingyou had to sigh, these writers in the field of science fiction are really keen.
Wen Xia also wanted to sigh, it's a pity that Song Qingyou didn't continue to write science fiction. She didn't expect that the phone rang when she opened her mouth.
She has always been busy with work, so naturally she couldn't waste any more time. She got up and said goodbye to Song Qingyou, and left in a hurry.
Song Qingyou put the trophy into the glass cabinet, turned her head to meet the eyes of her cat, and poked the cat's little head involuntarily:
"Those science fiction writers have really sharp intuition, Zhi Zhi, are you right?"
A question mark appeared in Jiang Zhihan's head
—What does Song Qingyou mean by this?
—Parana?
He watched Song Qingyou walk into the kitchen, and he didn't seem to be at all unusual. He just felt that he should study the two books written by the other party carefully.
——
Two days before the third episode of "All-Professional Challenge" aired.
Lin Xuyang took the initiative to contact Song Qingyou.
"Do you want to visit the company? The registration process of the logistics company is over. The address is on the 14th to 21st floors of the Huaxin Commercial Building on Huaxin Road. The investment company will open from the 22nd to the top floor."
Song Qingyou was a little surprised: "The procedure was completed so quickly? Have you contacted Assistant Fang? Also, how is the docking with A large laboratory?"
"There is no shortage of funds, and the procedures are of course done very quickly."
Lin Xuyang replied, "Assistant Fang said that Boss Jiang is only investing for the time being, and he will come to him when there are problems that need to be solved... As for the rest, we will talk about it when we meet. Are you free recently?"
Song Qingyou looked at the itinerary and said, "Tomorrow...morning, what do you think?"
"Morning? I might have something to do in the morning... What are you going to do in the afternoon? Do you want to film a movie? Or a show?"
"I'm going to be in a play this afternoon."
"Drama..." Lin Xuyang thought for a while and asked, "Do I have the honor to watch the live performance?"
"See you then... I'll ask Sister Lan to send you a ticket."
"Um."
(end of this chapter)